[Intro]
La Música de Harry Fraud

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Neon skyline, 1989
She fried out of mind, she so happy she cryin'
Dancin', smilin' at me, I got maths on my mind
Casually adding up, arrangin' dollar signs
I heard they mad at us, to that I say, "Fine"
Pay it no mind
Just payin' for a 911, might just drop that motherfucker one time
One thing they gon' do is respect my mind
One thing they gon' do is hold us up in line
Moves to be made, money to be put away
She just pulled down the 100K, the extended stay
She drop the pen, you'll duck ass on your way
Fools finna spend like the rims on my race (Skrrt)
That life ain't got money, what the fuck you say? (Huh?)
Speak up, can't hear that from the vault in the bank (Huh, what?)
Speak up, can't hear that over this loud ass dank (Huh?)
Flyin' shark in the tank, top off in the rain
Pray God I don't have to plan, I'm hiding everything
Cherry vanilla candy canes, that bitch a boomerang
Came back with stacks,s he like to see daddy having thangs
Neon skyline, 1989
She fried out of mind, she so happy she cryin'
[Verse 2: G.T.]
For real, flrrr, ayy, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
You either got a good jump or you sell pies (For real)
The dope dealer in my hood, only one expired
Born in '91 But I drive a '86, though (Yeah)
T-top pain wet enough to eat a steak on
Thousand gram kilo lookin' like I got the weight on me
If I'm by myself, I got a Glock so I ain't lonely
Neon skyline, neon roof on the XM jumbo side (Talk to 'em)
Told the bitch if you want me, work overtime (For real, work)
I just touched down, I'm leaving right at nine
Dog, chill, you'll re-up enough to up to buy a nine (Real, come on)
And I was there too, so I will be humble and money talk for real (Ayy)
All n***as do is mumble and we past that it
I gotta kill you If I show you where my stash at (Brr)
Been doing it since Balenciaga was Arena
It was 250 cap, now we packin' out arenas
Gold Daytona, green face, John Mayer
And my lady rock the same thing as me for the haters (For real)
Chillin' at the crib, countin' up a ticket
Harry Fraud on the beat, Nia Spitter just killed it

[Outro: Curren$y]
Neon skyline, 1989
She fried out of mind, she so happy she cryin'
Dancin', smilin' at me, I got maths on my mind
Casually adding up, arrangin' dollar signs
I heard they mad at us, to that I say, "Fine"
Uh, just payin' for a 911, might drive it one time